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No Show

Jake didn’t come over today. He just didn’t show up. Oh well. I don’t know what I expected.  I also got up early and cleaned out the fridge. I had Chris take the car to work instead of riding his bike so I could hear the car pull up if he decided to come home early for some reason. Isn’t that awful?

I put on a cute outfit and even mopped the floors.

All morning, Jake just didn’t show. Then it was time to get Zoe from camp in the early afternoon. Chris brought me the van, took his bike back to work, and I went to pick up Zoe. I cried in the car on the way there. I brought a bottled water with me and splashed it on my face before I went in to get her. Her teachers probably could tell I had been crying.

Then when we got home, and after I put Zoe down for her nap, I saw online that Kristin Stewart cheated on her man, and how awful it looked. The comments under the article were frighteningly scathing about how the director she cheated with was a family man and ‘how could he do this to his wife and kids?’

I just sat there and looked at the screen. She kissed that guy? She had everything in the whole world and she totally made out with that director, who also had everything in the world. I wasn’t the only horrible, horrible person out there. I wasn’t alone. They too were cursed with ungrateful bliss. I looked at the picture and thought…she is so young. You do stupid things when you are young. But the guy, he knew better. Then I realized, I am not the Kristen Stewart. I am the older married one with the child. I am the true villain here.

But I don’t feel like a villain, I thought to myself as I sat cross-legged on my chair, with my elbows resting on my bare, freshly shaved knees slathered with yummy-smelling lotion. Am I a villain?

Club Jake

(Scroll to the bottom to see the super-cute outfit.)

Jake didn’t blow me off. He came up and talked to me at the bar while Lisa was off dancing with her super cute (in the girliest way possible) friend, Bobby. I was drinking a Gin and Tanqueray and Jake was holding a glass of some sort of draft beer.

He smelled so good and he was wearing his crisp white T-shirt that hung so nicely over his chest. I smiled to myself remembering what he looked like without that shirt on. There was a very pretty girl with long, silky dark brown hair looking at him/us a few bar stools away. I wasn’t the only one who thought he was gorgeous. Normally I would have been totally intimidated by her. But as this was my second g&t of the night, I was confident enough to cut my eyes at her then settle in to chat with Jake Nead.

“Hi” he said. He had to lean right into my ear so I could hear him over the music.
“Hi” I said. I sipped on my straw, my heart pounding.
“I’ve been thinking about you all week.”
“It has been a crazy week,” I said.
“Yeah for me too. I have a question that has been bugging me. I’m just going to come right out and ask it.” I looked up at his eyes. I knew what he was going to ask.

He said, “You are on the pill, right?”

“Yes, of course,” I lied. I was suddenly embarrassed about everything between us. This was so out of control. I stepped away from him and looked for Lisa on the dance floor.
“Do you even know how amazing you are?” he said.
“ I think I am out of my ever-loving mind,” I murmured into my drink.
“What?”

That is when Lisa came up with Bobby. “Are you going to dance?!” she yelled in my ear.
“In a minute.”
“Who’s this?”
“He works with Chris” I said. Lie number two in 2 minutes. I was going to have to keep track of these.
“He likes you” she said in my ear. God she was observant.
“Let’s go dance” I said. So I left Jake there as Lisa and I went to completely let loose on the dance floor. We were glowing gold from the lanterns and Bobby was making me laugh so hard with his remarkable and wonderfully-silly dance moves.
My troubles were stripped by the loud music engulfing us until I looked up to see Jake looking at me from the bar with that intense gaze of his. What was I going to do with him? I knew what I wanted to do, so badly, so I told Lisa it was time to go.

She was really nice about it and we headed out to her car. I looked behind me as we left and Jake was just starting to talk to the pretty brown-haired girl at the bar. I almost turned around to go back and get rid of her. But Lisa is way too intuitive for me to get away with doing something like that. Oh the interrogation that would have followed. So I kept walking out of the club and internally scolded myself for being so unjustly and weirdly jealous.

So it was an interesting Saturday. If only, IF ONLY, I could stop thinking about Jake. But you know, I haven’t cried about missing Meliah since last Monday.

p.s. I wore this dress, this bracelet and these shoes, all from my fav store, Anthropologie.

Crazy Weekend

What a crazy Satruday…beach fun then I saw Jake out at a club.

We (Chris, Zoe and I) went to the beach, fun! I noticed a couple of weird things though. There was another little girl that looked like she was Zoe’s age and I saw her tell her mommy that she needed to go potty. It was very strange to see. There is no way that Zoe would ever tell me she needed to go potty. We are so far from that skill.

I also noticed that when we were walking on the beach I had to pull Zoe along with her hand, or even her wrist. But the other little girl walked right next to her mommy and they looked at each other and even chatted a bit.

It worried me. I haven’t been worrying about autism but I feel like I am starting to see some potential problems…and it squeezes my heart, so I try not to think about it.

So, I decided to try out some dance therapy that night and get rid of the anxiety that was threatening to creep back up on me. Lisa was “totally in”. So Chris said he didn’t mind staying home with Zoe as long as I put her to bed before I went out.

It was a perfect night. The dance floor of the club is outdoors and the moon was high. When I looked up at it in the dark blue sky I could see the lines of lanterns strung from the dance floor to the bar.

Jake was there. I hadn’t seen him since I’d gathered up my clothes and scurried out his door last monday morning so it was a bit of a shock to see him. I didn’t even know where we stood. So much had happened that week with Zoe’s autism diagnosis that I didn’t even know if I ever wanted to talk to him ever again…or if I would be completely offended if he blew me off.

I’ll tell you tomorrow what happened at the club, but before I go, check out what  Zoe and I wore to the beach: